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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

It's that time again, where I make an extremely long (or maybe short...I haven't started it very much yet) post about what's going on in my life. I suppose a more appropiate title for this post would be something like "My May Days", since this'll basically be an update on May, but that ain't my sttyyyyle, home skillet. Plus, for the last three days, Mai's line from the play ("Sometimes, zees can cause zee adrenal glands to oversecrete, causing a sudden rush to zee 'ead.") has been stuck in my and my friends' heads, and REFUSES to leave. PLUS, I had one of those killer 8-hour headaches last night, so I actually got to say that line. Winn.

So, what's going on with me. Rehearsals are becoming INCREASINGLY more frequent, given that the play is in, oh, nine days. This past Saturday, we had a long-ass rehearsal at school, where we, for the first time, did our makeup. Most of us in the play have to look pretty old (my character, Lenya, has a 19 year old daughter), so we did that makeup, only since it's for the stage, it's x10 as dramatic (da dum chee). The base layer I have to put on it is pretty orange compared to my usual skintone, which makes my eyes PAWP in comparison. It's SERIOUSLY WACK to see how I'll look when I'm older. I've predicted laughter lines and crow's feet, from the amount of smiling I do. But it makes you live longer. Right? RIGHT?

Vat else. SEE, THESE DAMN RUSSIAN ACCENTS ARE HAUNTING ME. In other news, the AP madness is nearly over. Eoin's done with his, thank god, but I can't remember what it was like before he got into the studying period. Wtf's it gonna be like now, I wonder? Mai's also done with hers, she took AP French and I'm positive she passed. Ed's Human Geography one is on Friday, and he'll pwn, because he keeps getting stuff like 74/75 on the multiple choice mocks. I always feel so grownup and proud of my bebes when they sound so smart talking about their exams. *sniff* Maybe I'm too much of a proud momma.

AP subject leads us to talking about my life. We all got the course selection sheets for next year (this was last Friday), and even though I'm not graduating from here, I'm still all ancy about what classes to take, and what do I want to focus on, and should I take AP Psychology? Read Eddie's latest post for more details about the process - but for me, this is all pretty scary. For conversation purposes, I'm just *pretending* that I'm graduating from here, making it easier to think about. But who knows? Canada could have a TOOOTALLY different system. Like this dual-enrollment thing, which for some reason I still don't understand.

I feel weird about the future lately. Which is why this post has that second title to it. It's a Bob Dylan song, whose voice (I think I mentioned in my rambling music post) always depresses me. It's just about how the way everything is now, will soon get flipped on its head. "The loser now, will be later the winner." Like that. It just feels like everything in my life is about to get picked up, shaken up, and plopped down somewhere else. It's, what, 46 days til I leave. 38 days til my birhday. 25 days til prom. 16 days til I get my braces off. 9 days til the play.

Negative days until the Scrubs finale. I've said so many times that I don't, don't, DON'T want to talk about it, because it'll make me cry. Because it will. I mean, if something has been a part of your life for 5 or 6 years, and it's suddenly over, you can't help but feel a little alone. Also because the finale (SPOILER ALERT DO NOT READ ON IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE SCRUBS SEASON FINALE) was all about JD leaving Sacred Heart, and how he's going to miss everything that happened to him in the 8 years since he was an intern, and all the people he's leaving behind, but also about the people coming with him. Made me think about when I have to leave - okay, sorry, Jamie, Ed, who read this and who I know don't want to think about it yet, but I think about it so much. It's this huge part of my life, picking up everything and plopping down somewhere else. But it's really not all bad. With Ches' karma-filled table, all of our stuff out of storage, my bike (YAAAY), the Tigers chairs (long story), and everything else coming with us, Canada promises to be wicked fun. So I am looking forward to it. But at the same time, I'm really not. I dunno, it's like this everytime I move. I get over it soon enough. Just wait til I have to write The Swan Song post (for some reason, that's the title that sticks in my head, after reading James' one after Feenster left).

So, yeah. Upon re-reading, most of that post doesn't make sense, so comment if you need some clarifying. It's just refreshing to put the jumble that is my brain these days into a post. Ahhhh, blogging FTW.

PS: The summary, in post-form, of my and Jamieson's *SCATHING* radio documentary about the internet - coming soon.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Yes, folks, it's that time of year again. Our play is coming up, and we're stressed, bitchy, and basically acting like big grouchy pregnant women. Sigh, though it's relatively boring to me, here's a synopsis of the play.

Fools, written in the early 80s by Neil Simo–to torture his soon-to-be-ex-wife. True story. He had to write a show where all the proceeds would go to her, so he wrote one that would fail on Broadway, and he suceeded. Rather pathetic that we're now doing that play HERE, but I continue–is the story (set in the 1800s) of a little town in modern day Russia, called Kulyenichov. Real or ficticious town, who cares, but the point is, a young man (Leon, the male lead), comes as a teacher to the town to try and edumacate them all. He soon discovers (SHOCKER!) that the whole town's cursed with stupidity. He meets and falls in love with a young village girl, Sophia (female lead), who he desperately tries to educate to break the curse. Her parents, Dr. Zubritsky and his wife Lenya Zubritsky (MEMEME) are mostly comic relief, but keep the story going. To break the curse, like I said, Sophia can be educated, or marry a Yousekevitch. The Yousekevitchs are this epic, classic family, who put the curse on the town 200 years ago. The "last of zee line" is Count Gregor (<3 joo Edwardo), who has a weirdie fetish for Sophia, even though she constantly refuses his too-often proposals. Blah, blah, lots of comedy, lots of rimshot moments (http://www.instantrimshot.com/), but a couple good dramatic moments. Come see it if that plot summary made no sense.

I do wish I was here another year–we've developed a "The Drama Crowd", of sorts, which'd be fun to continue. Me, Tara, Latricia, Manda, David are the recurring characters–left over from Looking Through You–with Ed, Mai, and Emma as newbies. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to spend more time at home, rather than breathing in that oh-too-familiar scent of the Drama room, but I actually like going to rehersals. I feel at home, I feel confident and individual, rather then getting sucked up in the big crowds at CAISSA or in the hallways at school. I love my character, I love riffing with Mai, my fake-real husband, I love guffawing every time Ed comes on stage, I love squirting out handsanitzer by the bucketfull after we all crawl around on the floor for an hour.

So, to all my Trini-based readers out there, come to the show. Dates below. It's a good time, it'll make you laugh, even if it's not the most educational or thought-inspiring thing you've seen all year. Plus, you get to ~Support the Arts~.

PS: After-Show-Party following closing night, just like last time around. This is always my favorite part of the experience. We get to finally, finally, chill out, scream until we lose our voices without feeling guilty, and maybe (as Ed suggested), chuck our scripts onto a bonfire. Tell ya friends, babay.